“Trust me, lass,”he said, as he climbed on top of her.
Jaxon looked down upher with a softened gaze and spoke as though the thought had been weighing on him.
“I wishto kiss every inch of ye, slow and unhurried, so ye might ken how dearly ye are wanted.”
Gracie’s breathcaught at the tenderness in his voice, and she nodded, trusting him with a shy smile.
“Aye,”she whispered, “I’d like that.”
He began with her mouth,not rushing, his kiss lingering as though he were memorizing her. His lips traced a gentle path along her jaw and to her throat, each kiss leaving warmth in its wake. Gracie felt herself sigh beneath him, her hands curling in the linen as sensation bloomed wherever he touched her.
“Ye feel very good,”she murmured, surprising herself with the truth of it.
His kisses continued,reverent and patient, along her shoulders and arms, down to her hands where he pressed his lips to her palms. The simple intimacy of it made her chest ache, as though something long-starved inside her had finally been fed. She felt seen in a way she never had before, cherished rather than judged.
“Daenae stop,”she breathed, her voice thick with feeling.
As he moved lower,she melted into the mattress, her body relaxing completely under the steady assurance of his presence. The bed creaked softly as he shifted, his weight warm and grounding, and she welcomed it without hesitation. Gracie closed her eyes, letting herself be held there in the moment, unguarded and unafraid. She realized she had never known how much she craved this closeness, this sense of belonging beneath him.
In the quiet between kisses,her thoughts drifted, and she reflected on how easily he made her feel safe. The solid press of him above her was not a burden but a comfort, a promise that she was not alone. She had spent so long bracing herself against the world that surrender felt almost sinful in its pleasure.
“I like ye there,”she admitted softly, “I like feelin’ ye so close.”
He lifted his head then,meeting her eyes, his expression open and earnest.
“I’ll nae harm ye, Gracie,”he said, his thumb brushing her rigid rosebud on her breasts. “I only want ye to feel how much I want ye.”
Her answer wasto draw him back down, her lips finding his with new confidence.
Their kisses deepened,still gentle but filled now with longing that made her heart race. She tasted his smile when she whispered his name, and he answered with a low murmur that sent a thrill through her. Words passed between them in broken fragments, promises and reassurances woven together.
He gently grabbedher hand and guided it below his kilt. She gasped as she wrapped her hand around his hard member.
“Aye,”he said against her lips, “just like this, lass.” He moved her hand up and down.
He groaneddeep and lustful as he stilled, holding himself above her. Gracie felt excited. She lay there breathing him in, her hand resting at his shoulder as though to anchor him. The world beyond the bedchamber felt distant and unimportant. In that space, wrapped in his warmth and gaze, she knew she wanted this night to linger, to stretch on without end.
He stoppedher fondling him and took off his kilt. Now he was as naked as she was. Her eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of a strong man. His abs were hard. Thick muscular thighs led to his long thick staff.
Gracie bit her lower lip,feeling the wetness gather between her thighs.
She watchedas he lowered his hand between her legs and cupped her sacred place. She gasped.
“Trust, remember?”he reminded her.
She nodded,yes.
His thumbs pressedwarm circles on her button, slow and knowing, and a sigh slipped from her before she could stop it. The tension there seemed to melt beneath his touch, as if he were untying knots she had carried for years.
She feltthe steady strength of his hand and the care with which he worked, never rushing, never taking more than she gave.
“Och,”she murmured, eyes drifting closed, “this feels so good.”
He smirkedand shifted his thumb higher with unhurried confidence. The movement sent a ripple of sensation through her, not sharp but deep and soothing.
Her shoulders eased,her breathing slowed, and the world narrowed to the warmth of his fingertips.
“Ye’ve walked hard roads,”he said, almost to himself, “and I’ll nae have ye aching tonight, only pleasure and release.”
